Buenos Momentos

Another gray day, another day
just another one to forget,
it's hard to get used
to this depressing weather.

Something's not right,
when you're just living
by reminiscing
about some good times.

What's left for us?, what's gone?
I'm not paying attention anymore,
I'm not! ,all that
ended a long time ago,
it's another moment, we have to move on.

This feeling, of feeling dead,
damn curse, growing silently.

Singing old songs,
and telling stories,
living just to remember
the good times.

Water that doesn't flow, will end up rotten,
and I don't think about it anymore; I'm diving headfirst
towards the open sea.

Stagnant water always ends up rotten...